I pluck a ruby red book from the sparse selection on the shelf and bring it to the couch where my 'big' boys are waiting. The littlest one has been laid down for bed.
This is our time.
We settle in with a blanket draped across our laps. I breathe in deeply (as I often forget to do during the course of the day) and begin reading the words with the utmost care and detail to inflection, as I love to do.
The illustrations carry us to other times and other worlds; to places our imaginations long for.
On days when it feels as though everything goes wrong, I look forward to story time the most. The bond it fosters gives me the satisfaction of knowing that something has been done right.